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sweetpinkpixie · 03-14-2015, 10:43 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Oh dear Merlin. If Professor Flamsteed look this sad BEFORE he even saw the damage... Zander could only imagine. He gave the Professor a feeble nod and-- you know what? This would've actually been a really funny story had Airey been any other person. Except ties were a pretty big deal for him, huh? And even that was an understatement. So yeah, Zander was being serious about it too. 'Cause didn't need another Uranus thing, you know?

"Just uh, a warning Professor, you may not like this..." Actually he would probably hate it. But no need to make him even more anxious. Turning around to the tie, he picked it up carefully with his thumb and index finger. Then he laid it across his two hands as he turned and transferred it onto Professor Flamsteed's own.

Would Flamsteed like some time alone to grieve? Or.... Would he want some kind of funeral planned-- wait a minute. They were talking about a TIE here. Pft. Funeral. A simple memorial service would be much more fitting.

The professor knew what that 'may' meant. It was the sort of 'may' that was supposed to be a cushion, a little disclaimer that things were not so terrible and that there was a glimmer of hope that everything would be alright. Perhaps even imply that the situation was not as bleak as it seemed. It was also the sort of 'may' that meant 'please do not hex me into the next century, professor'. Yes, it was a very weighted word. Very.

Letting out a shrill squeak that perhaps only crups could hear, the professor slumped to his knees before the prefect. "Clairette..." he whimpered, bringing his forehead to the chard silk. "Don't you quit on me...don't you dare quite on me!" Slowly, and with wobbly knees, the professor rose and returned the tie to its usual resting place in the display case. There may still be a way to fit her yet. Some charm work to be done...but he was certainly in no state to do that now...thus, for now, she would rest.

And so it was, that the professor stood by the display case with one hand resting on top of it with his back turned to the prefect.

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Originally Posted by Hey Ju

Agatha kept her frown in place as professor Flamsteed kept stalling. She partially wanted him to go straight to the point but also didn't want to know it at all. Maybe there was a reason why the man was feeling really uncomfortable and, honestly, Agatha did NOT want to know.

But there it was. The words echoed in her mind and as if she wasn't already pale enough, pretty much all the colour of her face was gone now. A learning disability. Disability.

Agatha Hapgood had a learning disability..? "What if you're wrong?" Was all she could say, her arms still crossed, but now she was burying her nails into her arm. She wanted to ask what made him think that but all of the facts were too obvious even to herself. Agatha didn't want to hear the reasons why he thought that, because it meant hearing how much of a failure she was and, to be honest, that was quite clear to her already.

After the moment of shock, the Slytherin huffed and shifted on her seat to be able to cross one of her legs overthe other. She looked away from the Gryffindor Head of House and started to shake her foot. "So what?? I don't need to learn stupid magic, I'm going to be the greatest ballerina that ever LIVED." She snapped, flipping her hair irritably and glaring at the window.

Pretending to straighten his tie once more, Airey cleared his throat and looked at the Slytherin. "And what if I am correct?" he returned, his hands unfolding and shrugging slightly. He could tell from her body language that the term 'disability' had hit an unwanted nerve, but he was not bringing this to light to torture the girl. Sweet solstice he was an educator! His job was to bring the best out of his students!

"I don't doubt you nor your ambition," he clarified, not at all surprised by her outburst. Even if it made him squirm in his seat a little as such delicate matters he handled much like a hammer to a pocket watch. "Especially when one considers that individuals with dyslexia have their strengths with the areas controlled by the right hemisphere of the brain, which fits perfectly with your dream."

Or perhaps it WAS her dream because she excelled at it? That was opening an whole new can of worms that he cared not dive into.

"As I said...I am no expert on the subject, Miss Hapgood, but I will be requesting that your Head of House write to your parents and ask that you see a specialist. Please, for the love of Merlin, do not focus on the false implications of the word 'disability'. There is no shame in potentially having dyslexia. The praised theoretical physicist, Albert Einstein, and comedic genius, Robin Williams were dyslexic."

And perhaps he would write Kirby personally to make sure he was in on the buzz.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,064 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Oh dear Merlin. If Professor Flamsteed look this sad BEFORE he even saw the damage... Zander could only imagine. He gave the Professor a feeble nod and-- you know what? This would've actually been a really funny story had Airey been any other person. Except ties were a pretty big deal for him, huh? And even that was an understatement. So yeah, Zander was being serious about it too. 'Cause didn't need another Uranus thing, you know? "Just uh, a warning Professor, you may not like this..." Actually he would probably hate it. But no need to make him even more anxious. Turning around to the tie, he picked it up carefully with his thumb and index finger. Then he laid it across his two hands as he turned and transferred it onto Professor Flamsteed's own. Would Flamsteed like some time alone to grieve? Or.... Would he want some kind of funeral planned-- wait a minute. They were talking about a TIE here. Pft. Funeral. A simple memorial service would be much more fitting. The professor knew what that 'may' meant. It was the sort of 'may' that was supposed to be a cushion, a little disclaimer that things were not so terrible and that there was a glimmer of hope that everything would be alright. Perhaps even imply that the situation was not as bleak as it seemed. It was also the sort of 'may' that meant 'please do not hex me into the next century, professor'. Yes, it was a very weighted word. Very. Letting out a shrill squeak that perhaps only crups could hear, the professor slumped to his knees before the prefect. "Clairette..." he whimpered, bringing his forehead to the chard silk. "Don't you quit on me...don't you dare quite on me!" Slowly, and with wobbly knees, the professor rose and returned the tie to its usual resting place in the display case. There may still be a way to fit her yet. Some charm work to be done...but he was certainly in no state to do that now...thus, for now, she would rest. And so it was, that the professor stood by the display case with one hand resting on top of it with his back turned to the prefect. Quote: Originally Posted by Hey Ju Agatha kept her frown in place as professor Flamsteed kept stalling. She partially wanted him to go straight to the point but also didn't want to know it at all. Maybe there was a reason why the man was feeling really uncomfortable and, honestly, Agatha did NOT want to know. But there it was. The words echoed in her mind and as if she wasn't already pale enough, pretty much all the colour of her face was gone now. A learning disability. Disability. Agatha Hapgood had a learning disability..? "What if you're wrong?" Was all she could say, her arms still crossed, but now she was burying her nails into her arm. She wanted to ask what made him think that but all of the facts were too obvious even to herself. Agatha didn't want to hear the reasons why he thought that, because it meant hearing how much of a failure she was and, to be honest, that was quite clear to her already. After the moment of shock, the Slytherin huffed and shifted on her seat to be able to cross one of her legs overthe other. She looked away from the Gryffindor Head of House and started to shake her foot. *"So what?? I don't need* to learn stupid magic, I'm going to be the greatest ballerina that ever LIVED." She snapped, flipping her hair irritably and glaring at the window. Pretending to straighten his tie once more, Airey cleared his throat and looked at the Slytherin. "And what if I am correct?" he returned, his hands unfolding and shrugging slightly. He could tell from her body language that the term 'disability' had hit an unwanted nerve, but he was not bringing this to light to torture the girl. Sweet solstice he was an educator! His job was to bring the best out of his students! "I don't doubt you nor your ambition," he clarified, not at all surprised by her outburst. Even if it made him squirm in his seat a little as such delicate matters he handled much like a hammer to a pocket watch. "Especially when one considers that individuals with dyslexia have their strengths with the areas controlled by the right hemisphere of the brain, which fits perfectly with your dream.**" Or perhaps it WAS her dream because she excelled at it? That was opening an whole new can of worms that he cared not dive into. "As I said...I am no expert on the subject, Miss Hapgood, but I will be requesting that your Head of House write to your parents and ask that you see a specialist. Please, for the love of Merlin, do not focus on the false implications of the word 'disability'. There is no shame in potentially having dyslexia. The praised theoretical physicist, Albert Einstein, and comedic genius, Robin Williams were dyslexic." And perhaps he would write Kirby personally to make sure he was in on the buzz. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like